Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2015 18:22:12 GMT -5
Antoinette's blue eyes fixed on her splayed fingers, encased in white -- the delicate gloves, brand new, trimmed in lace and spotted with quaint eyelets; flattering to her already delicate hands. But a small crease formed between her brows as she observed this new accessory, as though finding it foreign, and unexpected -- as if she had not asked for specifically this piece; which was quite the opposite.
But as women started to make their way across the western lawn towards where several rows of benches had been placed -- parasols at the waiting, servants milling about with refreshing drinks in the lingering late summer sun, the lawn itself sheltered by high, newly-manicured hedgerows and boasting a flat, neatly trimmed green expanse -- the Princess Royal moved to lean heavily on the handle of her mallet with her other hand; the long object pressed to the ground by her small weight, shifting from one hip to the other, her blue eyes still scrutinizing the fabric encasing her small hand. It was one of the rare occasions that Antoinette's ambition and fashion sense were not aligning, and perhaps might cause detriment to one another -- a shocking position for this particular Deveraux to find herself in.
Glancing from her splayed fingers to the blonde-haired Deliambre, standing not far, Antoinette frowned slightly; the wrinkles of her slight pout foreign on her pretty face. "Gloves, or no gloves?" She cast the query seriously, pointedly, in Carlotta's direction -- whom she had half-begged, half-demanded be present for this occasion.
One thin eyebrow arched on her forehead. "I don't want them to hinder my swing."
Because in all games -- life and otherwise -- Antoinette Deveraux aimed to win.
[OOC: Yay, lawn games! For the sake of keeping this thread not entirely chaotic, want to say there are several games going at once? You can form small groups and tag people directly; that way you can engage in specific conversations or slide over to ones you find more interesting!]
Carlotta Deliambre
But as women started to make their way across the western lawn towards where several rows of benches had been placed -- parasols at the waiting, servants milling about with refreshing drinks in the lingering late summer sun, the lawn itself sheltered by high, newly-manicured hedgerows and boasting a flat, neatly trimmed green expanse -- the Princess Royal moved to lean heavily on the handle of her mallet with her other hand; the long object pressed to the ground by her small weight, shifting from one hip to the other, her blue eyes still scrutinizing the fabric encasing her small hand. It was one of the rare occasions that Antoinette's ambition and fashion sense were not aligning, and perhaps might cause detriment to one another -- a shocking position for this particular Deveraux to find herself in.
Glancing from her splayed fingers to the blonde-haired Deliambre, standing not far, Antoinette frowned slightly; the wrinkles of her slight pout foreign on her pretty face. "Gloves, or no gloves?" She cast the query seriously, pointedly, in Carlotta's direction -- whom she had half-begged, half-demanded be present for this occasion.
One thin eyebrow arched on her forehead. "I don't want them to hinder my swing."
Because in all games -- life and otherwise -- Antoinette Deveraux aimed to win.
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[OOC: Yay, lawn games! For the sake of keeping this thread not entirely chaotic, want to say there are several games going at once? You can form small groups and tag people directly; that way you can engage in specific conversations or slide over to ones you find more interesting!]
Carlotta Deliambre